Slow Play (The Rules #3)(66)

Saturday she worked. Saturday night I worked the gambling house while she finished a paper that’s due, though we texted each other throughout the night. Sunday we met for brunch. I’ve never brunched with a girl before. It was nice. I sat across from her at the table in the restaurant surrounded by tons of people talking and carrying on. While all I could do was stare at her lips, remembering how I had my dick between them a few nights ago.

Yes, I’m a f*cking pervert. I can’t help it.

We didn’t do anything Sunday night. Nothing sexual, at least. We hung out in her room and she forced me to watch Friends—I don’t mind Friends, I can admit I grew up on that shit. Somewhat. I sort of paid attention.

Okay, fine not really.

I tried to make a bold move when I kissed her, but she told me she wanted to take this slow. There was nothing coy, nothing bogus about her suggestion. She told me she liked me, she thought we had a connection and she wanted to ease into whatever it is we’re doing. I want to honor her request. It’s either that or she bails. And I’m not ready for her to bail.

I like her too damn much to let myself ruin whatever we have between us.

“Why the hell are you so cheerful?” Shep asks as he shuffles into the kitchen, looking like the world’s biggest grump. He’s dressed but it’s half-assed at best, like he just rolled out of bed and threw his clothes on. Plus, he’s a little bleary-eyed and not one hundred percent awake. “It’s Monday for Christ’s sake.”

“I had a good weekend.” I shrug.

“Meaning you got some?” He pours himself a cup of coffee, dumps a ton of sugar and creamer in before he sticks a spoon in it and stirs. “Fucking finally.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I scratch the back of my head, pausing in my pacing. Was it that obvious that Alexandria and I weren’t doing the nasty?

“You’ve been chasing after this girl for weeks. It’s nice to see you act so…cheerful.” He takes a drink of his coffee and makes a face. “You’re never cheerful.”

“I’m always cheerful,” I counter.

“No, you’re really not. Once we started seeing our girls on a regular basis, you became even worse.” Shep sets his cup on the counter. “But now that you’ve joined the club, it’s all good.”

I frown. “What club?”

“The relationship club,” he stresses, a cheesy grin on his face. “Face facts, bro. You’ve fallen. You’re in a relationship with Alex.”

“I am not,” I immediately say, wondering why the hell I just did that. What Alexandria and I are doing though, I wouldn’t classify as a relationship.

Yet.

But really, what the hell are we doing? Because I’m not sure, and I don’t think Alexandria knows either so maybe we’re both f*cked?

“Really? So you f*cked her because of our bet,” Shep suggests. “Nice one.”

I nearly flinch at the word f*ck. He makes it sound so…crude. This is coming from the guy who used to ask girls if they were down to f*ck.

And he would have to bring up that stupid bet.

“Listen, you won the bet,” I say firmly. “I owe you.”

“I won? Are you serious?” Shep sounds skeptical.

“Well, yeah. I didn’t…” I was about to say we didn’t have sex yet, which is true. But I can’t tell him that. That means Shep will tell Gabe and they’ll both cackle and gossip over us like little old women. No thanks. “I’m not with her because of a lame ass bet we made on a whim.”

Shep’s smiling. “That’s nice to know.”

“So don’t ever bring it up again,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “I won’t.” His grin never budges from his face.

“And stop smiling at me like a freak,” I mutter, waving a hand at him. “It’s disturbing.”

“You should feel disturbed. I’m disturbed too. I seriously, seriously never thought I’d see the day that this would happen. I figured you’d be pervy Uncle Tristan for the rest of your life to my six children.”

“Six?” And I’m his cousin, not his brother. I wouldn’t be his kids’ uncle.

“I bet I could get Jade on board.”

“You’re insane.” That he’s contemplating having children with Jade—six of them—I guess it shouldn’t surprise me, but damn. I can’t imagine.

“Whatever. I didn’t see you with children. Hell, I didn’t even see you married. I figured you’d be a forever bachelor, go into retirement, chase after all the divorcees and widows until we finally put you up in the old folks’ home, only for you to get kicked out because you wouldn’t stop pinching the nurses’ asses.”

“You’ve got it all planned out don’t you?”

“Jade and I have talked about it more than once.” Shep shrugs, like that’s normal, to plan the rest of my life.

Weird.

I chuckle. “You never know. It could still happen. The pinching asses part, at least.”

“No doubt.” Shep’s smile fades and he gets that serious face going on. The one that tells me he’s about to venture into sappy territory. “This is nice to see though—you with a girl. A nice girl who isn’t like the usual ones you uh, spend time with.”